Category: concrete poetry

you've not hurt me today so you
take your chance and you step
through the door with a flickering
glance and you're stirring the air
with historic deceits and dragging bags
of tatters and tooth- rotting treats you
drop and spill your dirt over the floor the
pills the needles syringes and more and I
hope that you're in a cognitive mood at the
first chance I get I will offer you food but if
you don't want it I know I'm in trouble and all
you desire is to burst my bubble you always
pretend to think you are right as you shout
in my face and you try for a fight and
you always know how best to succeed
and all you want is to make my brain
bleed so you shout and you scream
accusations at me and I can't be
heard as I enter my plea of innocent
with proof in the shape of my heart as
your screams increase as soon as I start
and
I pull out all of my
tools of prevention to persuade
you to cease this game of contention
but there's no comprehension and no suspension
from this seemingly endless inane invention your
angry anarchic attack on convention and I know
that there's no mis-apprehension as
you play dangerous games
with my heart -rate with your
nickel- plate nonsense you love
to mis-state the truth of each
story with lies that inflate
as you warm at the sight of the
damage to date then I finally
manage to tell you to go and I see the delight
writ clear on your face and you step up the
evil torture a pace to force me to push
you out of the door because I can't
take it for one second more.

you’ve not hurt me today so you take your chance
and you step through the door with a flickering glance
you’re stirring the air with historic deceits
dragging bags of tatters and tooth-rotting treats
you drop and spill your dirt over the floor
the pills the needles syringes and more
and I hope that you’re in a cognitive mood
at the first chance I get I will offer you food
but if you don’t want it I know I’m in trouble
‘cos all you desire is to burst my bubble
you always pretend to think you are right
as you shout in my face and you try for a fight
you always know how best to succeed
and all you want is to make my brain bleed
so you shout and you scream accusations at me
and I can’t be heard as I enter my plea
of innocent with proof in the shape of my heart
as your screams increase as soon as I start
and I pull out all of my tools of prevention
to persuade you to cease this game of contention
but there’s no comprehension and no suspension
from this seemingly endless inane invention
your angry anarchic attack on convention
and I know that there’s no mis-apprehension
as you play dangerous games with my heart-rate
with your nickel-plate nonsense you love to mis-state
the truth of each story with lies that inflate
as you warm at the sight of the damage to date
then I finally manage to tell you to go
and I see the delight writ clear on your face
as you step up the evil torture a pace
to force me to push you out of the door
because I can’t take it for one second more.